Nurse Novels & Stories

She replied. I tried to recall the events leading up to my hospitalization, but my head throbbed with pain, making it difficult to focus. As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, another nurse came in with a tray of food. She placed it on the bedside table and gave me a warm smile "Here you go, honey. Breakfast is served. Eat up and rest. Doctor's orders." The nurse who tended to me was a gentle, maternal figure with a kind smile and warm eyes. She had a round face and soft features, and her brown hair was pulled back into a neat bun. Her uniform was clean and crisp, and her movements were smooth and efficient.

I sniff. “I'm Diana, by the way,” The nurse says, “One of Doctor John’s assistants. I'm always here to help.” I give her a dirty look, “No, you're here because a billionaire pays you! Get off your high horse, you're not a respectable nurse! All of this is illegal!” Her eyes widen in shock and disbelief.

Along with a mild concussion. Coach is going to kill him now. Since he didn’t get the injuries on the rink. I get up. Without thinking to kneel down to Em. Who looks panicked. “Again. Why. Haven’t I been through enough.” She mutters through the tears. Shit. Her parents. She’s becoming a nurse. She must work here in some capacity. Her badge says CNA, but I have no idea what that means. But seeing Cole like this. Hooked up to the machines and IVs, must take her back.

Her eyes widened slightly when she saw the two men. "Oh! I’m sorry," she said, placing a hand over her chest. "I didn’t expect visitors at this hour." David and Matthew both looked up as they saw the nurse enter with a tray. "Good day, Sirs. I’m Nurse Angela. I came to give Dr. Emma her medication and check her vitals. It’s all part of her regular care." Matthew nodded while David watched her closely as she moved around the room, preparing an injection and gathering fresh gauze and antiseptic. She walked over to Emma’s bedside with the injection.

Her curious gaze met mine a few times until she couldn't resist and approached. “Your leg looks really hurt, dear,” she commented with genuine concern. I looked at my leg and replied, “It's okay. Herbs will heal it.” The lady gave me an incredulous look. “You should go to the doctor. Have you been to the hospital?” I frowned. “What is a doctor? And a hospital?” The woman laughed, finding humor in my ignorance. “I'm a nurse. A doctor takes care of people when they're sick or injured. A hospital is a place where they do that.”

A person wearing a white uniform combined with green approached Nathan with a questioning look. Seeing the woman, Nathan could only smile faintly, actually grimacing a little. “Oh no, Ellen. I'm just... Just getting some fresh air.” "Fresh air? In the lobby?” Elen asked doubtfully. By the way, Elen is one of the nurses at the hospital who works with him quite often because Elen is also in the ER, even though in the hospital rolling and changing positions in any department is a common thing too—so it seems strange for a doctor or nurses who have worked for a long time at the hospital don't know each other.

In the midst of her brooding, a nurse approaches, her demeanor polite and professional, offering assistance. "Are you here to see the doctor? Do you have an appointment?" the nurse inquires in a courteous manner, oblivious to the tension between Melissa and Jay. However, Melissa's anger gets the better of her, and she turns her head sharply, fixing a spiteful gaze on the nurse.

I blinked to try to clear my sight, and the woman in front of me came into sharper focus. She was a nurse, I decided, because she was wearing one of those tops with the cartoon figures on them. She was peering down into my face, her expression intent. "I couldn't understand what you said. I'm sorry. Noah, can you hear me? Do you know where you are?"

She just realized that she was in a Narathama care room, so there must be an indoor garden nearby to get some fresh air. “One moment, ma’am.” A nurse responded to Lara’s call. Shortly after, a curly-haired woman appeared, smiling at her. “Yes, ma’am?” she asked cheerfully. The nurse was quite young, probably only a few years older than Lara. Her smile was bright, and Lara liked her a lot. “I’d like to take a walk, Nurse. Could you accompany me?” Lara requested. The nurse nodded, then recorded the fetal chart before carefully detaching the cables from Lara’s body.

"Please stop moving around. I promise it won't hurt. It’ll be over before you know it. I’m going to count to three. One, two, three! There you go. Please don’t remove it anymore." Aaron and Clarice looked on in shock as I exercised what seemed like magical powers to subdue the scary old lady. She wore a humiliating expression as I reinserted the catheter on for her. "Behold the powers of a qualified nurse. I’m going to take up nursing once we get out of here." I stroked my phantom beard. "Young grasshopper, you have much to learn." Then, I turned back to the patient. "Granny, I’m going to do the rounds now, but I’ll come back. Don’t let me catch you on the pho